I stumbled upon a book sale today -- a small antiquarian bookstore I just found last month "changing their focus" to a few specific categories, and selling everything that doesn't fit and hadn't yet been sold in an earlier sale this month for $5 a bag -- and I had an absolute blast dumping things into my bag to pick through later.It was a relatively small space and did not have more than a handful of things I would actually have paid individually to take home, much less that I think I'll permanently keep. But I've been on an absolute spree of requesting vintage books from Interlibrary Loan this past month, and thinking how nice it would be if I could just have an armful of such books handed to me, and the book fairies obviously heard me and made it come true.

I ended up getting like 20 titles into the sack, because they were all so slim, and it ws barely half full. They are all the way downstairs and I am too tired to go through them right now -- not least because at least half the ones I pulled were just to finish off my sell-to-Half-Price stack (I would feel bad about potentially taking them from others, buuuut, they kept pushing the bag on me, the sale was only going on 1.5 more days by the time I got there, and it was extremely not busy and had lots of stock left anyway).

Buuut I just had to announce that I took 1960s Scholastic book "Secret Under the Sea" for the sole reason of this line in the summary:

"It is the year 2013, and Robby lives in an Underwater Research Station with his scientist parents."

AND SOLD. I didn't even look at the rest of the summary and just realized I have no idea what it's going to be about, beyond some type of science fiction.